Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Qualms,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.